All Chapters of The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage: Chapter 771 - Chapter 780

"Oh, you're mistaken here." Frank shrugged and smiled. "I'm just here to watch. I don't even know these brats."His remark certainly drew the students' contempt—Frank was a coward just as they thought.Cid turned toward Frank as well but ignored him since he never challenged him.He was not bothered to deal with a bystander—if anything, he was hoping for someone to spread word about his terrifying deeds.Turning back to Soren, Cid grabbed him by the hair and lifted him, sneering. "You were threatening to break my legs, was it? Come on, I'll even let you do it."One of Cid's goons threw a metal bat beside Soren with perfect timing."Oh, it's all just a misunderstanding…" Soren smiled apologetically, not daring to breathe a word about his grievance. "I was just too ignorant to recognize you… Why don't you let me hold a banquet in your honor as a way of apology?""Fuck off!" Cid bellowed and slapped him again. "What do you take me for? Serve me food and apologize, and it's done and

"Dad!"Kat's face fell, but she was restrained again before she could jump toward Cid."Fucking geezer! Are you threatening me?!"Cid was still traumatized as he touched his neck and felt blood, though his fear soon turned to rage. "You should be honored I'm fucking your daughter, but you had to threaten me, huh?! Cut him!"A goon strode up, aiming his machete at Nash's arm even as he lay prone on the floor, completely helpless."Dad!" Kat screamed.Clang!Just as everyone thought Nash's arm was going to be cut off, the goon doing it was left staring at hand holding his machete in place.He was certainly stunned—the machete was not budging no matter how he moved, and why was the hand holding the blade not bleeding?!Everyone was left staring in disbelief at Frank—naturally, he was the one holding the machete."That's enough," he growled.Having completed Birthright, even bullets would not pierce his projected pure vigor, let alone a machete."H-How dare you!" Cid bellowed,

"W-Who are you?!" Cid was cringing in fear at a corner once he saw Frank wiping the floor with his goons in no time at all.His goons were all bloodthirsty savages who would never hold back, and it was incomprehensible that Frank could just take them down.He was utterly terrified that Frank would come and end him… but he was clearly being paranoid.Frank was not bloodthirsty, and Cid's goons were just your stereotypical goons—he had no interest in ending them.Moreover, Frank remembered Titus Lionheart's threat—if Titus realized he was in town, he would be coming for him.That was why Frank had to keep his head down. In fact, he would not have gotten involved at all if not for Nash being in trouble."You have two choices." Frank smiled at Cid just then, pausing before continuing, "Either I kill you, or you apologize to Nash here. How about that?""I-I know you're a martial artist!" Cid snapped, not about to appear weak despite his fear toward Frank as he negotiated. "My brother

However, Frank remained fearless, even asking in return, "Really? That's impressive… but don't you know what would happen to me if you mess with me?""Oh, and what is that?" Hux smiled in amusement."I'll kill you right here if you behave, but you'd wish you were dead if you don't.""Hahaha!" Hux roared with laughter, shaking his head. "I guess they're right about kids… They really don't know anything! It seems that you don't realize how deep a mess you're in now—if only you'd still strut like that while my men dismember you!"His expression soon turned savage, however, and he waved his hand. "Go! Clean up this mess!" The students' faces fell—when Hux said clean up, he obviously meant no witnesses.It was the mob's rule. Blood would be spilled, and lives would be taken.And given how much influence Hux has, vanishing a few people was no big deal.Naturally, Nash was shaking in his boots—this was bad!He had to get Vicky Turnbull's guest involved. What was he going to say now?

Hux's face fell at the sight before him, and he took a step back somberly.He might be just a mob boss, but he had done his homework and knew about every young martial elite in Morhen. After all, he did not rely solely on his own influence to reach where he was today—he had to be able to read people and the room, or he would be dead before he knew it if he messed with someone he should not.Even so, he had idea who Frank was—Frank was not from the Four Families of Morhen, and he did not recognize Frank's face from Skyrank.A martial elite from out of town, perhaps?While hesitant, Hux composed himself following his shock, his eyes flashing sharply as he snapped, "You can hold your own in a fight, kid—I'll give you that. But you don't get to lord over everyone else just because you can throw a punch. Can you still hold your own against guns? Or are you fast enough to dodge bullets? Hell, I've seen many martial elites like you who'd get full of themselves just because they were good,